#AmericanWriters
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—